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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.