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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.