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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.