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 China and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.