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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.