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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.