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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.