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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.