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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.