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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.