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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.