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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.