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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.