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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Crime,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.