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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.