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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.