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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.