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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
UT,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.