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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.