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 India and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.