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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.