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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Neu!,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.