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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.