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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
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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.