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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.