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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.