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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Swans,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.