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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.