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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.