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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.