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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.