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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.