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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.