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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Television,
June of 44,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.