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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.