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 St Lucia 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 Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.