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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.