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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.