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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.