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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
UT,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.