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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.