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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.