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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.