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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Fear,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.