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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Paris and Delhi.
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 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 Music Machine 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.