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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.