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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
JFA,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.