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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.