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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.