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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.