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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Faust,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.