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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.