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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Crime,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.