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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Niagra,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.