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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DNA to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.