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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.