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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.