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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.