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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.