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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Saints,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.