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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
MDC,
X-101,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.