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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.