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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.