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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.