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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.