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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.