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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.