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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.