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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.