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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.