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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.