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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.