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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.