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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.