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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.