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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.