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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.