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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.