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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.