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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.