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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.