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 Russia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.