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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.