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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.