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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.