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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.