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 Niger 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.