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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s 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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.