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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.