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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.