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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.