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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.