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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.