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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.