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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.