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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.