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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.