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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.