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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.