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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.