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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.