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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.