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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lalann,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.