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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.