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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.