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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.