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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.