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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.