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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.