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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Josef K,
Nico,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.