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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.