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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.