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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.