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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.