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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.