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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.