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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Skriet,
Faust,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.