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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.