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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.