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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Names,
DNA,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.