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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.