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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
CMW,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.