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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Television,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.