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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Technova,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.