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 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.