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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.