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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.