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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.