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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.