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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.