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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.