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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.