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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.