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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.