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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Index,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
AZ,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.