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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.