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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.