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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.