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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Swans,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.