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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Wake,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.