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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.