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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.