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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.