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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.