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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Urselle,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.