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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.