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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.