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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.