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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.