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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
X-101,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.