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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
June Days,
JFA,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.