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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.