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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.