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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 marimba 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 Franke to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.