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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
UT,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.