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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.