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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
JFA,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.