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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.