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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.