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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.