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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.