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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.