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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
UT,
The American Breed,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.