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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Cowsills 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.