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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
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.