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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.