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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.