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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.