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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
10cc,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.