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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.