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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.