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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.