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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Nas,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
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.