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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.