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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.