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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.