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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Oneida,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.