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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.