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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.