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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.