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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
DNA,
Oneida,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.