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 Taiwan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.