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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Organ,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.