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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.