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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.