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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.