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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.