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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
John Cale,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.