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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Martian,
Television,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Can,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.