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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.