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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.