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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.