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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.