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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.