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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.