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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.