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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.