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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.