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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.