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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.