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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.