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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.