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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.