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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.