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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.