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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.