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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.