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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
AZ,
World's Most,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.