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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Magma,
Scion,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.