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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.