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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.