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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.