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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.