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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.