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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Brick,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Neu!,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.