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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.