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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.