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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.