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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Ossler,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Nico,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.