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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.