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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Standells,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.