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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.