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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.