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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.