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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.