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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.