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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.