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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.