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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.