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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.