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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Nico,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.