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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.