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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.