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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.