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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.