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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.