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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.