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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.