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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.