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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.