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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.