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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.