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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.