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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.