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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.