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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.