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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.