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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.