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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Swans,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.