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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.