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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.