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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.