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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.