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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Yazoo,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.