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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.