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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.