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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.