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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.