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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.