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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.