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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.