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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
ABBA,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.