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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.