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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
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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.