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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Neu!,
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.