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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Franke,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.