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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.