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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.