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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Japan,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.