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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Index,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.