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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.