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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.