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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.