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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.