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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.