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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.