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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.