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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.