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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.