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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.