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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.