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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.