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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.