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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.