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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Evens,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.