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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.