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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Litter,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.