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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.