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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.