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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.