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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.