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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.