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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.