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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.