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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.