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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.