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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.