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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.