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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Yazoo,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.