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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.