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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Index,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.