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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.