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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.