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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.