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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.