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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.