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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Magma,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.