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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.