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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.