Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.