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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.