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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.