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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.