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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.