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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.