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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.