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 Iran and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.