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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.