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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.