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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Index,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.