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 Congo 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.