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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.