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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.