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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.