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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.