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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.