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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.