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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.