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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Organ,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.