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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.