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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Wings,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.