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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.