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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.