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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Mars,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.