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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.