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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Dark Day,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.