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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.