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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.