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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.