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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.