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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
the Association,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.