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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.