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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.