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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.