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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.