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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.