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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.