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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.