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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.