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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.