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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Wings,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.