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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.