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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Flipper,
cv313,
Ossler,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.