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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.