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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.