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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.