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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Oneida,
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.