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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.