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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.