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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.