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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.