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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
The Litter,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.