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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.