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 Israel 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.