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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.