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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.