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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.