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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.