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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.