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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.