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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.