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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.