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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.