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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Slave,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
June of 44,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.