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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.