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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.