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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.