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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.