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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Technova,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.