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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Pole,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.