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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Jandek,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.