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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.