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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.