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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.