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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Technova,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.