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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.