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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.