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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Cymande,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.