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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.