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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
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.