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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.