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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.