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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.