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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.