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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Brick,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.