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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.