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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.