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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
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The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.