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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Motorama,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.