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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.