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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.