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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.