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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.