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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Skarface,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.