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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s 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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
AZ,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
UT,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.