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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.