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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.