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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Television,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.