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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.