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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pussy Galore 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.