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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.