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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.