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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.