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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
cv313,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.