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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.