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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.