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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.