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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.