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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.