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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Gong,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.