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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.