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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.