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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Shadows of Knight 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.