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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.