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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.