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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.