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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.