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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.