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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.