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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.