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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Organ,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Can,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.