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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.