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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Scion,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.