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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.