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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.