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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.