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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Ludus,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.