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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.