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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.