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 Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.