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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.