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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.