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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.