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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Morten Harket 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Swans,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.