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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.