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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.