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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.