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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.