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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.