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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
UT,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.