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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.