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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.