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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.