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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 New Order to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.