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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Gong,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.