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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.