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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.