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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.