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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.