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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Scion,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.