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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Organ,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.