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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.