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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Wire,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.