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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.