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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.