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 Tonga and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.