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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.