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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.