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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.