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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.