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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.