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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes 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?
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.