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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.