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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.