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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Television,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.