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 Benin 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.