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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.