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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.