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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.