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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.