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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.