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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Pole,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.