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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.