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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.