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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.