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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.