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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.