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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.