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 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.