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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Ten City,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.