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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.