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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
PIL,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.