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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.