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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
the Association,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.