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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
PIL,
John Holt,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.