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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.