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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
PIL,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.