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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.