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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Television,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.