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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
EPMD,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.