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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.