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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.