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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.