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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.