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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.