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 Botswana 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.