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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.