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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.