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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.