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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.