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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.