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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.